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Aug 2019
You shook me and placed me to your ears.
Kept guessing who I was for nine months, to years.
Slowly as I grew, you unwrapped the paper,
Assuring me there were lessons you kept for later.
But the hourglass emptied before we expected
And soon I collected dust. I was neglected.

You may have left me feeling bereft
but I won't forget you calling me your gift
autumn eyes
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   Bogdan Dragos
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